Humanity: Raw & Unfiltered
He looks my way as we sit in the chain salon awaiting our haircuts, and I wonder if “my way” is at me, since he repeats the twists of neck—but my eyes cannot certify since I keep them down on my phone and remember a friend of adolescence who would Read more
Isn’t it always and hasn’t it always been a voice answering a voice? The voice outside with its multiple morning voices of bluebird and robin and finch, the evening canticles of owls, the polyrhythms of crickets, the drone of the tanpura wind in the tops of distant trees like a Read more
She comes to me in dreams fluid, morphing, alive, made real. Here, swimming in lost consciousness, I can caress her face tell her I love her without falter – no stumbling blocks exist, only accessible inked rivers, free-flowing, boundless… This inky swirled land is our playground and her calligraphy a Read more
We fight ourselves off every day The temptations for self hatred Gather ‘round for sentencing at the Crown Court We go into battle eyes to God, hand to Chest Young boys drum For the new citizenry Stopped in tracks by musket balls Worse bayonets Worse hand to hand combat with Read more
after Priscilla C. At the end of August, swallows make their dip and turn in the descending wind, cross the lake’s turbid water, where a killer, both drunk and aroused (the one she met on a dating app), dumped her on the side of the road, poured kerosene Read more
They say I am too much, too grand in my gestures, too slick with shine, as if my smile is lacquered on like paint over rot. As if my joy was tearing at the seams. They accuse —pretender, actress, But I know this: I have never been more true than Read more
Sleep calls to me, and so does my son. In a minute. The cup of water and belly — full. Teeth — flossed and brushed. Potty — twice for good measure. Sharky and Moose — each one stuffed under the arm. Star Wars fleece — just over the knees. Stories Read more
Sometimes when I lay awake on a hot summer night listening to the chorus of crickets outside my bedroom window in the hazy gauze of the southern town I landed in somehow like an arrow in the garden or a bow upon a gift, hidden, waiting I remember When the Read more